A poem a day

Why I'm spending a month writing poetry

Lately, I’ve had the urge to challenge myself creatively. Why? Without challenge, there’s very little growth. The butterfly must break through the cocoon to strengthen its wings. To fly, I need to put myself out there—and there’s something so precious and precarious about that. Will I fail? Will I succeed? We’ll see together.

I’ve been drawn to poetry over the last few months, pulled to the pages of Mary Oliver’s Devotions. Her joy, her worries, and the beauty of the world around her are all written plainly and profoundly in poetry. And I keep thinking, I want to write like that! I want to memorialise the tiny glimpses of magic I see every day—transforming them into something tangible.

To keep myself accountable, I’m making this journey public. Because to be honest, I struggle to keep promises to myself. I need all the support and accountability I can get to start, to try, to keep going.

So here’s the plan: I’ll be publishing a poem a day for the next 30 days. 30 whole days! I’m not setting myself any limits or word counts—the poems may be four lines or 40 lines. They’ll be about everyday things like perfectionism, creativity, work, and small joys.

This challenge isn’t about writing perfect poetry. It’s about showing up and creating every single day. I hope you’ll read them. I hope you’ll stay.